32 weeks along and the baby girl growing inside me had no name. I was searching everywhere for a sign for what we would call this new life. I went to the bathroom and while negotiating my huge body in the stall something in the toilet bowl caught my eye. It was a tiny slip of paper: pink with green letters. It said “Amanda.” My pregnant bladder couldn’t wait, so I pondered while sitting. “Amanda?” It wasn’t on any list we had.
Was this the name of our little girl? I wiped, dropped the tissue and flushed. Nope. I didn’t like “Amanda.”